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Dignity in Ritual Petticoats

Dignity in Ritual Petticoats The rose is like a courtly dance in New Orleans two centuries ago.  In shape The blossom has formality as true As layered dresses launched in crêpe De chine across the ballroom floor.  The scheme Of petals in their strata, patterns, and...

The Jewel a Bright Star Gave Him

The Jewel a Bright Star Gave Him . The lover holds carnelian between His thumb and finger (far too late to write More poetry), then palms it there to lean Against his lifeline.  If the stone is white Or red like blood that turns away from life Is well beyond God’s...

If Only Love

               If Only Love L’amour est comme le vent, nous ne savons pas d’où il vient. ~ Balzac If only love were like the wind, as clear And as predictable as on our screens When forecasters pronounce, and as austere As mathematical statements, or...

Facebook Pages

          Facebook Pages I look at other people’s pages.  Post, On post, on post.  It is as if folk think (If that’s the word) that out there there’s a host Of hungry eyes so thrilled that they can’t blink Because of all the drivel there displayed To them by...

Tree Fates

                    Tree Fates When trees begin to pale with hints of bling The first effect seems like a gauze-glove haar, A tailored fitting from the hidden spring Which spins this morning mist, distinct and far Removed from gloom.  It corresponds with dawn. Yet...